His father left the home, age 6, to spend his life drinking
And my father thereafter was passed around the family
He didn't stay long anywhere, and with no father figure
He could have chosen to feel abandoned, but he didn't
He did long for his real father, and had started life slowly
But he was a fighter, no one in his back corner, only blood
He'd learned that love had changed him, he was now ready
He broken the family chain of alcohol, waves of addiction
While those living with some his traits found them hurtful
He still provided, loved, with a dream for the perfect life
Viking fan
48 year married to my mom
And a believer
